Monday, April 4, 2016

In the days of old, times of legendAnd wicked evils takin' holdThe people trampled underfoot, havin' had enoughA shockwave of light from above!A gift to a land under the flood of sadness, tears, thunder n' bloodTorrents of ash, screams, blood and goreSpinnin' winds and blowin' stormsMothers in black as they mournBut from this wilderness a pure form was born to save the world, tattered, shattered and tornIn that universe of free verse,tall tales and volumes of words from being hurtEndless days of Darkened skiesand rivers of tearsyear after year being criedWould you believe therewas once a timewhen one might alliterate for a lineAnd a little rhythmwould ring with rhymeOh, how there washappiness in thosegolden glory days ofsmiles and sunshine!Blowin' winds flowin' changeChosen to be the form by which man might be savedA just, simple man simply going about his dayThen a light from aboveand from aboveDown a gift of heaven cameChosen on that day, a manRick was his nameChosen by the winds blowin'to bring heatto the world's cold n' frozenRhyme was the giftTo man named RickSo he could heal the riftBorn to be the EssenceAnd drive evil to the cliff!A world now risin' from the deadThe fire risin' higher and higherThat began to spreadIt didn't take longFrom that day on and onWhispers of the name became songRhythm and rhyme found melody and timeAnd the Era of the Essence had arrived.His kingdom was bornWhen the people worn turned their headTo see the light at the edge of the coldest night, wakin' from stones they called homesThey could hear him say in his peculiar way,'Sleep here tonight, if you might, ok, alright'And so Rick the Essencefound the peasants to become his Disciples and KnightsAs his kingdom grewSo many had come from so fewAnd as their spirits flewThe people would take reason each seasonTo name him something newBorn to be the EssenceThe peasants bowedwith respect in his presenceThey called him Mr.then Dr.now WizardHe found the lost, bore the burden of their costHis spells cast away the frost and blizzardTurned to stone the store of vile snakes and lizardsThe legend of his spells began to swell as he transmuted to golden eagles and hawks,the muted macabre lovers and buzzards otherwise confused, always picking their own old wounds goin' blind in sunless roomsspinnin' tales of blood, doom and sinkin' moonsHe brought light to the peopleAnd showed them the joy of lifeSpreading his words and the craftWere his disciples and KnightsSwings of their pens and their swordsOne and the sameJust dependin' on how you pick to fightRick the wizardcasting magic with his wandCastles to pigs and lizardsIn a style of which we're all quite fondHis spells spell conciseLeavin' ya feelin' contriteShowing men they're miceWhile keeping itshort, sweet, and politeKnowin' he don't gotta be showin'His Thor-like power n' mightWhile we're all already blinded by his lightHe's the master, he's the wizardSpell caster, rhyme blasterrockin' his wand, wavin' his fingerCall him Dr., never misterA blistering pace, melting our faceWith wisdom, now listenYou tiny peasant,Whipped with penancebow and thank ya God you were blessed with the presence of the Essence!Hit your knees and reflect with repentanceGet down and bowbefore the man with the might of the worlddropped from a single sentenceThe light from above that came to save usIt's Rick, the gift that god gave usTo show us the way away from the grave of poetry bentto sadden then enslave us

Sunday, March 27, 2016

I'm just a rap rhymin' junkieOver the top, rock bottomramblin' flunkie rollin' moneywrappin' ones, snortin' twentiesChasin' my last line with anotherRacin' with a double shot of somethin' tougherA bump n' grind loverBurn a line, blow anotherAn introspection injectionStraight to the veinlightin' ya up, easin' the painwith an easy flowa seedy come and goa junkie ya all seenbut none'uh ya knowMolly, lolli!She got meGrinding my teethRhymes in my mind when I sleepTip of the key to my tongueit's bitter but I'm youngLazers like glittergot me comin' undoneAlliterate to obliterateEnd rhymes and slantsBeaten with repeatin' consonanceAn addiction that can't be beatJust a rhyme junkie gettin' highThinkin' he bringin' heatMad rants of a bum on the streetRocks ova' rum, and call'uh completeCan't name too many poetic devicesChasin' too many synthetic powder vicesIt's been a rocky roadWould I have started had I known?My first hit and that was all,That was itFelt like 'Sand Below My Feet'As I met defeat, a fire was litThat was all, that was itNow it's sparks and butane couplin' afternoonWith bubblin' spoons and risin' blood moonsTrouble n' doom in spinnin' roomsI just can't quitThese rhymes, I'm hooked on itJust gimme... one... last... hit...

Nah, just another rhyme junkiepressin' his luck to the testNow, bow ya head and pay some respect to the wretchSay it slow:May his soul pay the toll and be ever blessedAnd may his rhymes take control of ya souland see that ya never restwhen ya pen and paperGet together to do the pressAmen, God bless